Thy Tomb

A Poem by Amduscia

Summoning tides of Pagan death, and black flags, as black water Suns, ride high upon the dark waves of Sedna.

Within the Battle of these High Seas, there is no Light within this Abyss.

Thy Vessel is Thy Tomb, fastened tight unto the Halls of Oblivion.

Fields of Hollow Nightfall, pastors of the wandering sounds.

Through the Eyes of the Starving, I bleed across My Life, My days of Isolation.

Regretting the Loss, of the Bleak Autumn, I whisper silently, in coldness, My regrets, the cause of Her laughter.

Holding Nothing far away from My window, as I fall apart, through the Eyes of the Starving.

Yet another worn Tale of the Lost...